Dusk's bog infiltrates as surely as it descends,
Known not of what's taking place
And naught of where it's been.
Invaded the harvest of merit's disease -
Permeating fear in the minds of men.
Seeking whilst lost, surely a method seldom used.
It appears a vibrant facade, convoluted - yet not refused.
To wander in search of answers,
Inquiring the paths from which one must choose.
Taken root, corruption sullies -
It demands to promptly insist;
That lies of which we have amused
Ensure secured that evil persists.
Spoken late are words that save,
In little haste to greatly respire.
Dithering through masquerades -
As hollows whisper, in the mire.
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Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello all! This poem is about regret and indecision, and I wrote it as a reminder to both myself and anyone who reads it that negative thoughts are mighty, and to fight them you must be ready and willing. If you enjoyed the read then I have done my job! Thanks for stopping by.
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Not sure what font you have used Nicholas but it looks a bit like cyrillic script on my screen so sadly I can't read it.
I have no idea why it does this man. I'll fix it
I did what I could, if it's not fixed I'll have to take it down and post it again tomorrow.
It is 'symbol'
Here is the translation:
Dusk's bog infiltrates as surely as it descends,
Known not of what's taking place
And naught of where its been.
Invaded the harvest of merit's disease -
Permeating fear in the minds of men.
Seeking whilst lost, surely a method seldom used.
It appears a vibrant facade, convoluted - yet not refused.
To wander in search of answers,
Inquiring the paths from which one must choose.
Taken root, corruption sullies -
It demands to promptly insist;
That lies of which we have amused
Ensure secured that evil persists.
Spoken late are words that save,
In little haste to greatly respire.
Dithering through masquerades -
As hollows whisper, in the mire.
Thank you Finch, I'm not too sure why this happens but maybe it's because of the font I try to use. It's kind of a bother, really.
Thanks for the message and, yes, I can read it now. Will comment a little later.
Thank you both!
Well I've read it now and it flows so well and what great use of phraseology - a deep and quite dark read but a great read nevertheless.
Well thank the heavens that ordeal came to pass, won't be using that font ever again. I'm glad you liked the read Michael. Thank you for your comment and time!
A fine write N. Some poets poems can appear in Greek! Something to do with uploading or script maybe. I can translate Greek, so it best not be saucy poems! lol.
I don't know why! I think it's because of the "Symbol" font, so beware I say! Anwho, saucy huh? Oh you bet your furry bottom if I post anything saucy you'll be the first to see it! haha, thanks for stopping by Orch!
It brings on swoons for me, anything saucy. I have a 'watchdog' too named Fido. He barks when he reads anything '18+' themed! A dog that reads too - oh yes! lol.
I would love to meet such a good boy.
Spoken late are words that save.
This last verse briefly took me from a sense of sadness in futile plight. Yet they are whispers, dithering in little haste.
Reminded me is an idea I had about being soft and slow. Being steady.
We think strength and hope is a great almighty saviour but perhaps it is a gentle persistence amidst the masquerade?
The search for truth is one that is not so easily answered with truth itself, and many paths diverge and take away from what we see as real, and what really is real. Thank you for your comment and your time, I appreciate it very much.
Yes Nicholas I have truly enjoyed your talent for shaping words clearly in this message of how best to avoid defeat.
Thank you very much, Fay! I'm glad you enjoyed.
Very enjoyable, great use of rhyme and metaphor
I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem! Thank you for commenting and for stopping by.
Sounds like a man who has dug deep in certain periods of his life and the difficulties endured. Deep, but fab!!
Always asking questions about the root of all things. Thanks for stopping by Kevin, and for the comment!
You're welcome, my friend.
HI MIKE ~ Congratulations on being in Pole position ! Its easier for you ~ you just have to stay up til midnight (its nearly 1 am Friday here) we have to get up @ 5am to be first in LINE ! I like the structure of this poem it is replete with RHYME & RHYTHM which makes it cool to read and easy to recite !
The SUBJECT (which you indicate is all about Regret & Indecision) is less smooth to swallow !
Stanza 1. It permeates FEAR in the Minds of Men
S 2. Wandering in search of answers
S 3. Taken root ~ corruption sullies (very true)
S 4. Dithering through masquerades !
I have chosen these quotes because it may not have escaped your notice that in 2016 the UK voted to leave the EU (European Union) by 52% to 48%. Its a bit like Texas (Population 25 million) wanting to cede from the USA ! Teresa May (Our President ~ we do elect Females !) voted to REMAIN so in negotions (and in view of the almost 50 : 50 vote) with the EU have been to keep us half in & half out ~ because the EU is an essential Trading Partner. This has resulted in REGRET (that we ever had the REFERENDUM in the first place !) and INDECISION about how we can EXIT (BREXIT) the EU without having a HARD BORDER between N Ireland (UK) and the Independent REPUBLIC of IRELAND where most New Yorkers come from (Even Uncle Donald was seen wearing a Green Tie and a sprig of Shamrock today for St Patrick !). Also BREXIT without damaging the UK economy. The UK Parliament have twice rejected The Deal Theresa has made with the EU so now we are asking for an extension 'til JULY (it should have been done & dusted by 29th March 2019 !) So paradoxically (unless you are student of UK Poltics & the BREXIT SAGA) the QUOTES I have extracted form each Stanza ~ exactly mirrors the DILLEMAS facing the UK Parliament for months (and years !) to come. It makes the TRUMP administration seem rational !
Yours as always BROTHER BRIAN !
I've noticed several times that in this world many things that should be meant to uphold morality, standards and by all means good intentions for the masses, are infected with greed and hostility. Politics to me are some sort of a playground for people that think their "Unique" view of things will make a difference. If people could lay down their moronic suggestions to raise or lower taxes, ban firearms, deport illegal immigrants, build some stupid wall, (that would make absolutely no difference whatsoever mind you), - and see that what is required is that all people share one mind in regards to our survival and our success as a race then this world would be a much brighter place to exist in. Now I fear that there is nothing that will mend what has been ruined. It is a fear that many share, and unfortunately it is not misplaced or misguided. Thank you for the comment Brian! I enjoyed the lesson! Best regards to your country's state of being. Also, I hope Angela isn't too shaken up about what happened in New Zealand.
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